Dark WheelI sat in the grimiest bar on Garay Station, the Docker's Rest. It wasn't really a place for pilots and squadron leaders, but I'd already worked my way through all of the official, and most of the unofficial, bars. The beer on offer was especially potent,...
To the futureEricksson sat in the Way Inn, a quiet bar in Garay Station which was well away from the hustle and bustle of the rest of the station. It was quiet, rarely frequented by the sort of person out to cause trouble and it had plenty of nooks which made it perfect...
Exhaustion is setting inI can barely keep my eyes open, stims aren't doing jack shit. Ever since the nav beacon was compromised we've switched from Velvet Glove to Iron Fist. I'd have lost count of the number of flights I've made if it wasn't for my ship's computer. Pirates...
It was an accident!"Mayday, mayday, mayday, this is Eagle One-Three-Five, we are floating free, engines dead. Mayday, mayday, mayday." Nayler Gibson sighed as he sat back, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You'd think some bugger would have bloody heard...
